Un-Named Sestina

Do not grace me with your presence you're nothing but a bother
If I wished to hear your voice I'd listen to the earth
The earth is silent in your times of need
The skies hold nothing but the lies of many
I do not wish to ever see your face again
For the earth consumes the pain of our ancestors

In the days when I was free, I shamed myself in the eyes of my ancestors
In present days escape from pain has become a worthless bother
As try I do I try again
But as it has become, escape is only to the depths of the earth
I will always fall into the traps as before me have so many
It seems to me to be an ever growing need

In my life, and in my death, theres only one thing that I need
It does not matter, no one cares, that I stray beyond the path of my ancestors
I know that in one day, or in one hour,  the chances are too many
To stray from truth, and to seal my fate, to live is such a bother
It's true that man has made so much more than has the earth
But a lesson to be learned, must be taught again

And yes its true, it has been, and is again
That pain creates a need
And all we know has been a gift from the earth
But we will take and spit upon, the knowledge of our ancestors
We take in greed,.but how rarely do we bother?
It is the same, we do as do the many

We are the ones who follow in the footsteps of the many
We fall as one, we fall again
We'd try to stand but to stand is such a bother
It is only worthwhile to participate in what we do not need
We need to learn to follow in the truth, but not the pain, of our ancestors
Our ancestor have become the earth

To follow me is to become the earth
For I will die I will become the many
I will join in the apocalypse, the world of all my ancestors
And if I live I live again
But I'll live without the need
The need to die or not to bother

To live within the earth, my only bother
It is the world that many need
My ancestors will live again